1775 Into Mirvanna, We Go
Great Scott!
The rush was real.
Everyone was moving hastily, doing final checks and preparations before lift-off time.
Their chests were pounding, their ears were throbbing and their lungs swelling with more and more air the heavier they breathed.
Is everything in order?
Well, so far, so good, everything was in order.
The cargo and gifts prepared were double-checked, and those assigned to this mission, also stepped into the many choppers, waiting for Go-Time.
But before that, they had one last meal and also used the restroom one last time before stepping into the choppers.
It all happened so fast, in a blink of an eye. And soon, they were ready to rumble.
(Q^Q)
In one of the lower floors below deck on all 3 ships, several people quickly sat in the many transport aircrafts that now stood on what looked like giant moving conveyor belts.
Brmmm!~
The loud sounds of the sturdy conveyors moving, echoed across the scene as it began leading the aircrafts toward the massive aircraft pad ahead.
Once a helicopter stood on the circular pad, the pad would then rise high through several floors, emerging on the deck's surface.
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Giving tactful nods to each other, all 2 pilots at the front of the first aircrafts in line, quickly worked together to get these babies flying.
3, 2, 1...
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!~
Up, up, up and away the aircrafts went before the next one was loaded and sent out.
Landon's aircraft, alongside 2 others, were the first group to simultaneously leave all 3 ships, heading up and into the Mirvanna zone.
And following them were streams of military aircrafts of all sizes, trailing behind like bees traveling in straight lines.
Many aboard couldn't help holding their breaths, almost forgetting to breathe when feeling the turbulent atmosphere around them.
Although they have flown a lot in training and simulated environments, nothing beats the real thing.
Some even closed their eyes momentarily, hearing their own hearts drumming in their ears.
It was one thing to get Landon's earlier reports during experimentation, and another thing to feel the true turbulence for themselves.
It truly felt like the choppers and aircrafts were about to lose control and crash.
It felt so terrible, with many gripping the bottom of their seats with clenched muscles. Silent prayers to the ancestors were offered, as no one dared to speak or even cough. And then, it finally happened.
Ah!-
The turbulence felt was getting less and less with every passing second until the deadly quakes finally stabilized.
(^v^)
Many secretly let out a heavy breath, knowing they should now be in the Mirvanna zone.
[Dasher 42, calling Ground Tower Control. We are in the clear!]
[Dasher 06, calling Ground Tower Control. Status, in the clear!]
[Dasher 11, calling Ground Tower Control…]
[This is Dasher xx…]
One by one, the many pilots called in to report their status.
This was the best time to do so because midway through the journey, the connection will turn static.
So as agreed, they must report their situation every 5 minutes, to Ground team until they can no longer do so.
This way, they will know if a chopper is lost, or has accidentally fallen.
Every 10 minutes, pilots must also connect with Dasher 00, which was Landon's chopper.
The connection within them shouldn't turn static since they were flying close to each other.
Once they reach Mirvanna, Landon's chopper will become the second control tower for all operations since they won't be able to communicate with those on the ships.
Everyone knew the plan.
Thus, like birds flying in formation, they took off in threes, hurdling through the chaotic space.
Never in their lives have they felt so terrified than now.
Their scalps were prickling, their mouths were turning overly dry and their eyes kept jumping around the more they progressed.
No matter how hard they tried, no one could keep their heart completely calm when facing such a predicament.
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"Hey, you good, Sprout?"
The nervous youngster nodded heavily at the veteran beside him.
Sprout was a nickname given to any newbies who just joined a brigade.
Everyone assigned to this mission was a special soldier/marine.
Their training was 10, if not 20 times harder than what normal soldiers and marines undertake.
So it didn't matter what sort of training in the military you had done before entering the Brigade.
Understand that when you step into a mighty brigade like the Black Scorpion Brigade or the Yellow Lily Brigade, you are a sprout, a little budding sprout that needs to be grown and groomed to bloom at its fullest potential.
On the other hand, recruits that enter the Barracks and Navy/Marine Quarters, are all called Thorns.
Why? Because they were still sharp and full of flaws, especially their lack of discipline.
Once these Thorns enter the army, they are straightened out and made to adjust to the way of life there.
"Hey, Sprout, breathe in, breathe out... Are you still afraid when our great leader, his majesty Landon, had already risked his life earlier to test and weather the storm for us?"
The Sprout thinned his lips, slowly calming himself down.
They were right.
His majesty had already done the hardest part, so why worry any further?
His majesty went in alone, with no one there by his side and still managed to come back safely.
And now, he had all these veterans around him, as well as the latest high-tech suit on his body.
So was he still worrying about survival?
Even when looking at the matter of the suit, should their plan go down, his majesty Landon had experimented and concluded that their suit could sustain them in the air for 45 minutes before completely falling apart.
Of course, this was if they were flying within the Mirvanna Safe Air Zone, high above.
Should they go below this zone, it would take 20~25 minutes, if they don't go into the waters.
And should they go into the waters, well… that was where things would really go bad.
It will only take them a handful of minutes before their suits completely break apart.
Long story short, if flying in the safe zone in suits, they would still last for 45 minutes in the air.
At least they can fly at a closer range towards the direction of the ships, and continue signaling for help.
A chopper can be sent their way by then.
…
When thinking of the many safety measures in place for them, many nervous Sprouts no longer had trembling fingers.
And just like that, the group traversed across the Death Line, soon leaving the turbulent atmosphere behind them.
